I sit on dew kissed grass
waiting for your return.
The cool night air seeps
into my soul as your memory
fights to keep me warm.
Images run like a projector in my mind.
The film, a distant, black and white, fading dream.
Our first date, how you
danced your way into my heart.
Our wedding, when we merged
into one being in body and soul.
How your smile would chase away
all the doubt I held about our future.
How I watched through the window
as you walked through the door
making your way down the pavement,
toward spinning blades
on wings,
waiting to whisk you off
on promises
of Victory and Glory.
You turned, standing tall,
smi
I sit on dew kissed grass
waiting for your return.
The cool night air seeps
into my soul as your memory
fights to keep me warm.
Images run like a projector in my mind.
The film, a distant, black and white, fading dream.
Our first date, how you
danced your way into my heart.
Our wedding, when we merged
into one being in body and soul.
How your smile would chase away
all the doubt I held about our future.
How I watched through the window
as you walked through the door
making your way down the pavement,
toward spinning blades
on wings,
waiting to whisk you off
on promises
of Victory and Glory.
You turned, standing tall,
smi